#0463 Whitebark Pine at Cabin Creek Lakes in the Sawtooth Wilderness, Idaho Sue and I were on our first hike together above Alturas Lake late in the fall. Following your eyes to the snowy shore were frozen bodies of water with ice fractures. All around us stood centuries old pine trees that had endure to bless our companionship.
	#1236 Sawtooths on the Sawtooth Lake Trail In June of 1976, I took this trail to think about a career change from teaching. My uncertainty began to disappear as I plodded up the trail from Irondyke campground. Seeing the Sawtooths up this close for the first time helped me to reach my decision to be part of this scenery forever.
	#1239 Stanley from the Sawtooth Lake trail You can't seem to take your eyes off of the distance and the burning sensation from staring too long makes tears. You wipe your eyes and say a silent prayer that you'll never come down from this high place and accept those realities that you call the real world. Hasn't anybody every told you that this is the real world?
	#2169 Antimony Mine on Johnson Creek near Yellow Pine, Idaho I’m not a loner when it comes to looking for the past. It leaps out from the dust and soaks into every pore. Old building from the early 1900's stand not because of man but despite his attempts to demolish them with fire and vandalism
	#2574 Succor Creek in the Owyhee Canyonlands The muddy stream before you is not going to get clear until the spring thaw is through with its restlessness. This traveler wondered why this is known as a desert when all around him were sounds of rushing water. The canyon wren stopped its descending notes.
	#2702  Blue Lakes Solo Toward afternoon a storm sweeps over with hail and snow. I am feeling the intensity and electricity while taking and retaking pictures of wildflowers, rocks and scarred white bark pine. The sunset becomes a brilliant pink subdued to purple over East Mountain.
	#3062 Above 8500’ Lake in the Sawtooths Having returned from the top of Mt. Cramer, my brother Dennis took a moment to sit on a rock teetering over this unnamed lake high in the Sawtooths. It was a most difficult hike that led him to this unsteady perch. After a summit of precarious rocks, we felt like a picnic would be a good way to celebrate
	#2790 Nehalem Bay In the morning, we drove to Nehalem by way of a back road. Sue played with a newt and I played Thoreau. We savored clam chowder and Nehalem Bay wine. After an afternoon at Hug Point, we swam in the ocean. Topped off with crab, local bakery bread and salmon at Ecola State Park. Oh yes, and more wine.
	#4124 Mirror Lake in Oregon’s Eagle Cap Wilderness A trail leads you into the realm of a dreamer through this home of nature in Oregon What a home it is!  There's a small bird found here and nowhere else. I sometimes listen for its song. There's always the sound of water from streams that run cold and clear from laden snow fields.
	#4245  Last Chance Hot Springs, McCall, Idaho Oh, the delight of soaking in a hot spring and knowing that Idaho has over two hundred! When I first started my quest of these immersion clinics, I gave no heed to others advice of possibly becoming addicted. And so it is, that I can't pass by one without sampling its waters.
	#4865  The Sawtooth Mountain Range from Galena Summit Sometimes it will rain and snow all in the same day below you while you enjoy the comfort of sunshine and the sound of distant thunder. Nervous driver negotiate the twists and turns on the ribbon of highway at your feet. I like to call upon the mountain bluebirds nesting up here to proclaim my own solitude and bless each white bark pine for giving me high altitude solitude.
	#4718  Wilson Lake Basin – Big Horn Crags It’s a six-mile hike to this overlook and after wiping the sweat from your eyes the scene is one that you believe you might never see again. Wilson and Harbor lakes nestle in the crags . Bighorn sheep come in the evening to bed down in the rock faces above you.
	#4728 Ship Island Lake  – Big Horn Crags Solitude has its rewards. Sitting on the shore and watching the evening. The Middle Fork of the Salmon River is beyond the rock shelf at the far end. Slices of gold streak through the water - California golden trout have begun to feed. The day's blisters from the hike feel better in the cold water.
	#4744  Ship Island Creek – Big Horn Crags The rushing water shoots over the edge of the solid granite monolith - a stream with no bed. Fish will have to be technical climbers to get back upstream. One slip here and your pants would be wore off from granite sliding. Turning around and looking at the lake's other end, I hear nothing but the sound of the hermit thrush and rushing water.
	#5604    Shelf Rock at Glacier Nation Park, Montana I know it seems hard to believe these colors, but as you explore this park, things that are extraordinary become ordinary here. I wandered the ancient rock that scientists call an ancient sea bed. I was a time traveler lost in thought of glaciers and folding earth.
	#5678  Alpine Meadow in the Stanley Basin, Idaho Usually when June comes, I pull off the road here to observe sandhill cranes doing their wings open dance to all who care to see. This year Spring came early and I shared this field of flowers with the bees. I can think of no greater pleasure than to sit listening to the buzzing and smelling the flowers While watching pollen being carried off by my friends.
	#5685  Mount McGowan near Stanley Lake, Idaho I keep returning to this photographer's dream to photograph and rephotograph what I enjoy immensely. Sometimes it is as if I can't get enough of it. Maybe it’s just because reflections have always calmed my inner being and replaced those Confused thoughts with comforting ones uncluttered by anything except what is in front of me.
	#5740  Prince William Sound, Alaska The skipper of Gusto told me to be on the lookout for icebergs. Munching cookies, drinking beer to the sound of Mozart must have altered my state of consciousness for when we hit this piece of ice, the Peugeot diesel became quiet and there was a hole in the side above waterline (thank goodness!).
	#5974  Moon over Mount Rundle on Vermillion Lake at Banff National Park, Canada "There seems to be an elk behind you," my wife was telling me. Sure enough, there was ! I was photographing using my hat and the top of the car to steady the camera. Now, where is that elk?
	#6133  Hoh Rainforest in Olympic National Park, Washington The quietness and subtle beauty of this forest is evident in the eyes of this child of the forest. He is gone quickly before your sense to react and click the shutter. He was a blur accompanied by a shadow in the forest and you are left wondering whether he was even there after all.